"Love does not give us laughter when it reaches the depths of its journey, the heights of its flight: in the depths, in the heights, it draws from us groans and moans, voices of pain, even if it is joyful pain, and if one thinks about it, there is nothing strange about it, because birth is a painful joy. In France, they call the climax of an embrace a small death, which unites us by breaking us and finds us by losing us and begins to end us."

They call it a small death? It must be great, immense, if it gives birth to us by killing us."

Great writers balance on a tightrope and risk with each word. In "The Memory of Fire," Galeano was a triumphant acrobat. In "The Book of Embraces," he sets aside the tightrope and lifts Alan Ryan, the Washington Post, the United States into the air...

Celebrations, events, prophecies, chronicles, dreams, memories, and nostalgia, delightful short stories in which even the walls speak. A book doubly illustrated: in addition to Galeano's bright gaze, there are also his engravings. "The Book of Embraces" is a perfect composition of the author's most inspired spiritual daydreaming.